Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 127:

Jayden glanced at Judy with indifference and said, “Sure thing, whatever floats your boat.” He was clueless about Judy’s offer to serve as his servant. Before sending the contract to his grandpa’s mansion, Jayden didn’t hesitate to extend temporary kindness towards Judy, inadvertently fueling her unwarranted enthusiasm.

Judy beamed happily at his response, sliding in beside Jayden and thoroughly enjoying her meal. To prove her point, she dug into the dishes with gusto, and seeing her eating with satisfaction, Jayden’s furrowed brow relaxed.

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On the other hand, Driscoll was on edge. Judy had brazenly taken Elyse’s seat and commandeered her tableware, both of which were explicitly reserved for Elyse. Driscoll was sweating bullets, hoping Elyse wouldn’t come downstairs at this moment. If she did, things would get even tenser between her and Jayden.

Unfortunately, Elyse descended the stairs with her violin case in hand. As she passed the dining room, she saw Judy occupying her seat, dining with Jayden. It felt like a dagger to her heart, the pain so intense she felt like crying. Turning away, she hurried out of the house, clutching her bag.

you.” Elyse forced a smile, saying, “I’ve got something to take care of. No need to bother the driver. I’ll grab a taxi.” With that,

going to check on her?” Jayden continued eating calmly, replying, “She’s not a child. If she

with a third party involved this time, it seemed like their relationship could

also because of her character. Jayden had grown up in a nest of vipers, and having someone who genuinely cared about him was crucial. Driscoll believed only someone as genuine as Elyse could be Jayden’s

believed she was

divine. It’s a shame Ms. Lloyd isn’t joining us.” After a pause, she asked tentatively, “Mr. Owen, if I ask for seconds,

indifferently, “Suit

clean my plate.” Jayden didn’t say anything more. Driscoll couldn’t fathom what was going on in his head, so he backed off.

were not present, she stood alone in the middle of the room and began playing her violin. The music fluctuated between fast and slow. She tried to lose herself in it, but all she

floor, utterly drained. Then suddenly, she heard clapping. In a panic, she looked up to see a man wearing a

Your music moved me,” he said, approaching her. He looked familiar. Taking off his sunglasses, he tried to remember.